Oh! My Lord! Protector of human lives
Dhanvanthri! Vaidyanatha! My great Gods!
Thee gave me knowledge of human body
And mind, illness afflicting; health shoddy!
Illness knows no poor or rich, good or bad
Visits all indiscriminate, makes sad
Let me treat equally all, not for money
The relief that patients get- my honey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem